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to New Orleans. Chorus Out of gas and out of luck and out of hopes and dreams, Busted by the state police mile marker 118. Judge said, "Son, they'll be
round Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair Young politicians fight for poverty While people
round Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair Young politicians fight for poverty While people
round Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair Young politicians fight for poverty While people
round Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair Young politicians fight for poverty While people
round Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair Young politicians fight for poverty While people
round Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair Young politicians fight for poverty While people
round Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair Young politicians fight for poverty While people
round Old folks judge you by the clothes you wear They'd swear you're a hippy if you have long hair Young politicians fight for poverty While people
blindness Who would think that I'd be judged To be held within this hell No one to hear or answer my cries Is this where I rot for life? Bound within
I can tell by the way you speak The way that you look at me I know that you've heard this Line many times before With somebody as fine as you Them
blood No more older sluts and inverted stunts Arrogance of murder I'd be upstate for thirty months All I need is a dirty judge and a virgin muff We run
It's almost punishing to look It hurts so bad and add the fact That I'm the type of guy That rather judge a cover by it's book This is gonna require
thank 'em Y'all know if this was 1992 I'd probably shank 'em still, I chill Calm and cold like Oran "Juice" Jones Be careful with your karma You might
bicycle to work when the gasoline price rose He'd judge with no pretense, fish on the weekends Each morning, get up, do the Pledge of Allegiance Never
You don't love me If you loved me you wouldn't be callin' me Tuesday You'd be callin' my name, Shanice, not fuckin' Tuesday You call my phone,
the things I've wasted, and that I'm a part of the equation. It's corrective lens and chipped glass. Rubber bullets flying by. It's someone drowning in
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